Chapter 705: Chaotic Battle, Yellow Sand Demon King, Demon-Heart Swordsman

Underground.

Chen Chuyang saw a spiritual vein; this vein was complete and massive, at least dozens of times larger than the vein of Longshe Shan. The earlier prediction was wrong, having missed the vein's core; Chen Chuyang would not have thought this vein so huge, larger than the biggest vein he imagined.

"Sss, the core of this spiritual vein is so huge; if it truly merges with Longshe Shan, Longshe Shan's spiritual energy would increase by at least thirtyfold."

When that happens, Longshe Shan will become a genuine divine realm, not just empty words.

Establishing a divine realm is no longer a dream; Chen Chuyang's breathing quickened, as if he couldn't wait to act on this vein.

"Kid, be careful; this spiritual vein is sealed in this cemetery, seemingly connected to the coffins outside."

Looking up, one can see a Formation linking to this spiritual vein.

The vein's core is covered by the Formation, sustaining the coffin above it.

On the vein's core, there is another coffin, connected to the coffins outside; the outside coffins are merely a ruse, a fake tomb for outsiders to contest, while the true cemetery lies here.

"Both coffins connect to the vein's core; clearly, the first generation Qihuang sought to use the vein's power to achieve resurrection, which explains how he has survived this long."

"Inside that coffin likely remains the soul of the first generation Qihuang; once we act on the vein's core, he will sense it instantly."

Chen Chuyang nodded; Heishanyang's worry was not unfounded.

"These Formations aren't hard to undo, but as soon as we make any move, the first generation Qihuang's soul will certainly know."

"First, wait; let the commotion outside grow larger, so they draw the first generation Qihuang out, then we can seize the vein's core."

Heishanyang could only nod: "It can only be done this way, kid; we should hide, lest the first generation Qihuang discovers us."

Their arrival must not be discovered.

Heishanyang doesn't want to fight underground, nor encounter the first generation Qihuang.

Chen Chuyang feels the same; the troublesome fellow is left to those outside, while he only needs the vein.

He'll worry about the vein first; the rest he doesn't care about.

Setting up a Formation to conceal the two of them, Chen Chuyang began studying and comprehending it.

The outside cemetery has long been covered by yellow sand.

The surrounding weaklings died in droves; the Yellow Sand Demon King continuously spreads sand, and once the sand touches a person, it drains their moisture, turning them into a desiccated corpse in less than a quarter hour.

The remaining Strong Ones each watch the Yellow Sand Demon King cautiously.

"How does my Sand Hell look, everyone?"

He grins with clenched teeth, his face resembling a mouse.

He is not human but a demon beast, a Yellow Sand demon spirit.

That withered, skinny finger, its nails long, points at Mu Long Dao Long: "You little trash of the Mu Long clan, are you sure you want to oppose me?"

Mu Long Dao Long's eyes blaze with anger: "Yellow Sand Demon King, do you truly intend to oppose the Mu Long clan?"

The two lock gazes, yet neither makes a move.

The tension is ready to snap.

The battle on the other side also halts.

Everyone watches the Yellow Sand Demon King; this demon is a nuisance.

"Fellow cultivators, why don't we first deal with this beast before slowly handling our own matters, what do you think?"

Mu Long Dao Long speaks first: a single person cannot subdue the Yellow Sand Demon King.

The others also develop murderous intent toward this demon king.

That can be put to use.

Huangfu Xiu remains silent, lifts his sword, and steps forward.

The Demon-Heart Swordsman coldly watches the Yellow Sand Demon King; that Sand Hell technique almost buried them, a feeling he cannot swallow.

Tian Xin Dao Ren, of course, says nothing, staying beside Mu Long Dao Long.

Earth Snake Ancestor and Qi Jian stare coldly at the Yellow Sand Demon King; this sand demon truly is a nuisance.

The sand makes them uncomfortable.

The Yellow Sand Demon King, seeing this, glances at the crowd, unimpressed.

"All together, let this Demon King see your prowess."

"Mu Long Dao Long, you waste, still as useless as back then."

"Since you all are courting death, then let's all be buried with Mu Long Dao Long."

"Great Sand Burial."

The Yellow Sand Demon King crouches, both hands pressing the ground.

The soil beneath has already turned into yellow sand.

The swirling yellow sand seems alive, forming a massive sphere.

The figures of the crowd are enveloped by the sphere,

This time, they cannot escape.

The Yellow Sand Demon King has prepared this for so long, just for this moment.

The rotating sand stirs up a storm.

Everyone's Spiritual Sense and sight are blocked by the sand.

Divine Skill: Great Sand Burial.

This move buries everyone.

"Everyone, please proceed."

"Burial."

"Buzz."

Within the sphere, all the yellow sand rushes toward the crowd in an instant.

Adhesion, it sank, then everything condensed together, becoming a mountain peak.

Everyone was completely buried.

A mountain peak of yellow sand materialized, and all those present were Protector by this divine technique.

"Sss."

"My god."

"This demon truly is terrifying."

"This divine technique is defying Heaven."

Within the Formation, Yin Gui Zhenren and others, upon seeing this scene, were greatly startled.

Fortunately they were inside the Formation, neither exiting nor approaching; otherwise, beneath the mountain peak's Protector would have been one of them.

"This demon, even within the True Person Realm, is a top contender; a single demon faces everyone, all Protector."

Yin Gui Zhenren inferred that the Yellow Sand Demon King's strength and cultivation could not be matched; among those present, except Chen Chuyang, anyone who encountered it would meet disaster.

Jing Yuheng and the Black Dragon Guard behind him were greatly frightened; having witnessed many grand scenes, they now could not help but fear.

Zhuge Ruolan clenched her fist: "This is the terror of the True Person Realm; someday I will Advancement True Realm."

Li Shenghong echoed: "Holy Maiden Princess, you can certainly Advancement True Realm."

Li Shenghong's eyes kept fixed on that coffin; several times he tried to leave the Formation, but Zhuge Ruolan held him.

Zhuge Ruolan turned back, her eyes locked onto Li Shenghong.

"Are you hiding something from me?"

Li Shenghong fell silent; this time, he did not repeat the previous excuse.

"Holy Maiden Princess, I am very sorry."

Li Shenghong stepped forward, bowed toward Zhuge Ruolan, then turned and left.

"Li Shenghong."

Li Shenghong paused briefly, yet resolutely departed.

Only a silhouette was left for Zhuge Ruolan, whose complex expression watched Li Shenghong, the subordinate who had always followed, for the first time defying her order and moving away.

What important matter does Li Shenghong have to attend to?

Yin Gui Zhenren lowered his head and asked: "Holy Maiden, do you understand her?"

Zhuge Ruolan shook her head; regarding everything about Li Shenghong, she knew little—only what occurred after Li Shenghong arrived at the Yin Gui Sect; other matters she did not know, nor ask, and Li Shenghong did not speak.

Li Shenghong, this person, likes to hide things.

"This person has secrets on them."

Yin Gui Zhenren muttered a line, arms crossed, looking ahead.

Li Shenghong vanished, just like that disappearing before his eyes, without any sign, Yin Gui Zhenren's smile grew even broader.